{"id":97803,"date":"2026-02-22T21:08:00","date_gmt":"2026-02-22T21:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/everyday.ng\/?p=97803"},"modified":"2026-02-22T22:03:45","modified_gmt":"2026-02-22T22:03:45","slug":"how-i-was-abducted-abused-exploited-and-landed-in-the-loving-arms-of-ifeanyi-a-dss-operative-walida","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/everyday.ng\/?p=97803","title":{"rendered":"How I was abducted, abused, exploited and landed in the ‘loving’ arms of Ifeanyi, a DSS operative – Walida"},"content":{"rendered":"

A 22-year-old woman from Hadejia Local Government Area in Jigawa State has come forward with a chilling account of alleged abduction, sexual exploitation and abuse spanning nearly two years, culminating in her dramatic escape to Abuja.<\/p>\n

Walida Abdullahi, who spoke in an exclusive interview with Daily Trust, said her ordeal began in 2023 when she was still a Senior Secondary School 2 student.<\/p>\n

According to Walida, she encountered a woman identified as Mariam while fetching water in her village of Anku. What began as a chance meeting, she said, quickly turned into what she now describes as a nightmare.<\/p>\n

She alleged that she was lured to a house where several young women were living together under suspicious circumstances. During her stay, unknown men frequently visited the residence and engaged in sexual activities with the occupants. Walida claimed she received no payment and had no control over the situation.<\/p>\n

After she fell ill, she said Mariam moved her to another town, where she lived with Mariam\u2019s husband, Abdullahi Isiyaku, and a co-wife. There, Walida alleged she endured both physical and emotional abuse. She further claimed she was forced to assume a new identity –\u00a0 \u201cChinasa\u201d –\u00a0 while Mariam presented herself to others as her mother.<\/p>\n

An attempt to flee proved unsuccessful. Walida recounted how she was stopped by a soldier while trying to escape and returned to her captors. She alleged that she was beaten, injured and later transported to Abuja.<\/p>\n

In the Federal Capital Territory, she claimed she was confined in a house with several other women and her movement restricted throughout 2024. She eventually managed to escape, wandering through unfamiliar neighborhoods until she reached Airport Road, where a man she identified as \u201cSir Rochy\u201d offered assistance.<\/p>\n

Walida said she later met a man identified as Ifeanyi, whom she described as an operative of the Department of State Services (DSS). According to her, he provided her with food, clothing and shelter. She disclosed that their relationship became consensual and resulted in the birth of a baby girl.<\/p>\n

However, events took another turn on January 1, 2026, when Walida said she insisted on reconnecting with her family. With assistance, she contacted her father, who had reportedly been searching for her.<\/p>\n

Tensions escalated when her relatives arrived in Abuja. Walida claimed that upon discovering she had a child with Ifeanyi, family members demanded that she sever ties with him and return home without the baby. She also alleged that an uncle made threatening remarks about her fate, which she resisted.<\/p>\n

The matter was subsequently reported to security authorities, leading to her current stay at a DSS facility.<\/p>\n

Walida maintains that she is acting of her own free will and does not wish to return to her family, preferring instead to continue her life with Ifeanyi. She also denied allegations that she had been coerced into changing her religion.<\/p>\n

Sources within the DSS confirmed that investigations are ongoing into the circumstances surrounding her disappearance, the alleged abuse and concerns over her safety, particularly in light of reported threats to her life by family members.<\/p>\n

Below is a full text of her interview as published by Daily Trust:<\/strong><\/p>\n

My story, by Walida<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

By Hamza Idris\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Walida, a young girl from Hadejia Local Government Area of Jigawa State, for the first time, narrated her version of the story in an exclusive interview with Weekend Trust, at the DSS headquarters in Abuja.<\/i><\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Tell us your full name.<\/b><\/span>
\nWalida Abdullahi.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nHow old are you?<\/b><\/span>
\nI am 22 years old.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nFrom which state?<\/b><\/span>
\nJigawa State.<\/span><\/p>\n

Which local government?<\/b><\/span>
\nHadejia.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich area?<\/b><\/span>
\nAnku.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhere you in school before all this started?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich school?<\/b><\/span>
\nPapagoma.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich class where you?<\/b><\/span>
\nSenior Secondary School 2.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich year did you leave home?<\/b><\/span>
\n2023.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhy did you leave home?<\/b><\/span>
\nOne day, while in Anku, on my way to fetch water, I met a lady named Mariam. She asked me to follow her. She then took me to a house where I met four other people. I was the fifth, and later, another lady joined, making us six. One day, I fell sick. Mariam called a doctor, who diagnosed me with malaria. On the doctor\u2019s recommendation that I should receive proper care, Mariam relocated me to her house in Gandu.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nIn Hadejia?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich town?<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo you travelled by car?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWas it a long journey?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDid she blindfold you?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo, she didn\u2019t.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nBefore that day when she asked you to follow her, had you met her?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo, why did you follow her?<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know why\u2026<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nYou just followed her like that?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat were they doing at the first house she took you to in Hadejia?<\/b><\/span>
\nI honestly don\u2019t know. We weren\u2019t alone in that house. There were different rooms inside the compound, but six of us stayed together in one room, all of us female.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nHow long did you stay there?<\/b><\/span>
\nI can\u2019t really recall, but it was a long time.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo, what were you doing there?<\/b><\/span>
\nNothing, Mariam wasn\u2019t the one supplying food; another woman did that. Some people would come to see us.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDid they come to carry you away?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo, they would only come to check on us.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDid they attempt intimacy with you?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAnd they did?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWere you being paid?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo, Mariam was collecting the money from them?<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nBefore you found yourself there, had you ever engaged in such intimacy in the past?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAfter she took you to her own house, what happened?<\/b><\/span>
\nHer husband, Abdullahi Isiyaku, had another wife named Fatima. They were beating me. Mariam claimed she was my mother and her husband was my father. She said my name was Chinasa.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nIs Mariam a Muslim?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat about her co-wife?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes, she is.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAnd they share the same husband?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes. Then, she asked me to run away. On my way, I met a soldier who asked where I was going.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat\u2019s the soldier\u2019s name?<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know. It was the first time I was meeting him.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWas he in a car or on foot?<\/b><\/span>
\nHe was standing by the road, dressed in camouflage and carrying a gun. When I told him, he took me back to them. They asked me to point out who told me to run, and I pointed at her (Mariam). They eventually put her in a car. They beat me and injured my head, then put me in a car and drove me to Abuja.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nYou mean the soldiers?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo, only one was a soldier. The others were Abdullahi Isiyaku (Mariam\u2019s husband) and another man.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich type of car did they driv<\/b><\/span>e?<\/span>
\nIt was a big car.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhen you came to Abuja, what happened?<\/b><\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nWe went to another house.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich area?<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know the name. The house had many occupants, all female. Some would go out and return, while others stayed indoors.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nYou mean they would go out looking for money?<\/b><\/span>
\nI honestly don\u2019t know, because I was always indoors.<\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDid they allocate a room to you?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWere you living alone in your room?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes, it was a self-contained apartment. They provided food and everything. I remained indoors until a day before Easter in 2024. I wandered on foot, not knowing my direction, until I met a tricycle rider (Keke Napep). I asked him to help me find my way, and he did.<\/span>
\nHe helped me get to the main street. I found myself under a bridge, wandering until I reached Airport Road. I sat near a market until dusk. I noticed people entering a place and followed them. That\u2019s where I met a man named Sir Rochy from Kaduna. I asked him for food and water, which he kindly gave me. They asked where I came from, and I said Jigawa State. Surprised, they asked if I had walked all the way from Jigawa, and I said yes. When they asked if I knew where I was, I replied Jigawa. They corrected me, saying, \u201cThis is Abuja.\u201d I spent the night there.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDo they have children?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo, they don\u2019t. They\u2019re a couple.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich area of Abuja?<\/b><\/span>
\nGossa. The next day, I sat behind a church and saw Ifeanyi (the DSS operative) passing by. I asked him for food. He gave me N1, 500 and showed me where food was sold. I bought some and took it to Sir Rochy\u2019s house.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat\u2019s the name of his wife?<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know. When Sir Rochy returned, he told me to leave because they were vacating the house and didn\u2019t know if I might cause them trouble. I went outside, not knowing where to go, and met Ifeanyi again as he returned from work. I followed him home without calling his name, since I didn\u2019t know it yet. I knocked on his door, and he opened. He asked a small boy, his landlady\u2019s son, to interpret what I was saying. The landlady came and asked what happened. I told her my story. Ifeanyi asked my name, and I said Chinasa.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhen did you get the name Chinasa?<\/b><\/span>
\nMariam gave it to me in Jigawa. They asked for my parents\u2019 names, and I said Maryam and Abdullahi Isiaku. Then Ifeanyi took me to his sister\u2019s house.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhich area in Abuja was his sister living?<\/b><\/span>
\nKarmajiji.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDoes she have a husband?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes. She asked my name, and I said Chinasa. She said she couldn\u2019t accommodate me because they didn\u2019t know where I came from, and advised Ifeanyi to part ways with me. But he refused, saying if it were his own sister in such a situation, he wouldn\u2019t feel at ease abandoning her. So he took me back to his apartment.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat happened after you stayed together?<\/b><\/span>
\nI lived with him until January this year.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo you became his girlfriend?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDid he force you, or was it with your consent?<\/b><\/span>
\nIt was with my consent.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAnd you got pregnant for him?<\/b><\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAnd you gave birth to a baby girl?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat\u2019s the baby\u2019s name?<\/b><\/span>
\nOnyechi.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nHow did your parents find out your whereabouts?<\/b><\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nOn December 31, 2025, during crossover prayers, I had a severe headache and my eyes turned red. Ifeanyi called his sister, who advised him to give me paracemol. The next day, January 1, the headache persisted. I fainted, and when I regained consciousness, I asked him where I was. He was shocked. I told him I didn\u2019t know him at all, and insisted that wasn\u2019t the house I had been living in before. He begged me not to escalate the matter, fearing neighbors might intervene. I cried and asked for a phone to call my father because I wanted to go home.<\/span>
\nHe took me to his sister\u2019s house and explained what happened. She called me Chinasa, but I denied ever bearing that name. She asked what my real name was, and I said Walida. I requested a phone to call my father. They asked if I could, and I said yes. She suspected I was afflicted, but I said I was fine. They gave me a phone, and I called my dad.<\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat\u2019s your dad\u2019s name?<\/b><\/span>
\nAbdullahi.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nHow did you get the contact information of your dad?<\/b><\/span>
\nI had my dad\u2019s contact details stored in memory.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo what did you tell him?<\/b><\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nI greeted him, and when he asked who was on the phone, I replied, \u201cIt\u2019s me.\u201d<\/span>
\nThen he asked, \u201cWhere are you calling from?\u201d and I told him, \u201cI\u2019m in Abuja.\u201d At that point, I burst into tears, and Ifeanyi\u2019s sister took the phone. She asked him how long he had been searching for his daughter. He answered that he had been looking for her for over a year. She then said, \u201cWe thank God; that she\u2019s here with us.\u201d<\/span>
\nHe asked her again, \u201cWhere are you now?\u201d and she confirmed, \u201cWe\u2019re in Abuja, as I mentioned earlier.\u201d He then said that he had a brother in Abuja and that he was coming to see me. So, he sent his brother, and the brother came to meet me.<\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nWhen he came, I asked my father to connect me with my mum on the phone. He told me she had travelled. Later, I called again, but he kept switching off the phone. I kept trying until my stepmother picked up. She asked who was calling, and I said, \u201cIt\u2019s Walida.\u201d I pleaded with her to give the phone to a boy so he could take it to my mum, but she said no one was there except a small boy named Muazzam, who was asleep. I begged her again, but they switched off the phone.<\/span>
\nI kept calling until finally my dad answered. He said, \u201cLet me tell you the truth. You abandoned your own mum\u2014she has passed on.\u201d I broke down crying, and when I regained consciousness, I remembered everything. That same day, my father\u2019s brother, Badamasi, was called. I was asked if I knew him, and I said yes, he\u2019s my uncle.<\/span>
\nAs soon as he arrived, he started fighting me, claiming he had picked me up in Suleja to take me to his house. I denied it. He asked if he was lying, and I said, \u201cNo, you\u2019re not lying, but you didn\u2019t pick me up in Suleja.\u201d<\/span>
\nThen Victor, who was at the gate of Ifeanyi\u2019s sister\u2019s house, came and explained everything. He said I now had a baby girl with Ifeanyi and asked what should be done. My uncle said he didn\u2019t know. Victor suggested that Ifeanyi should marry me, but my uncle rejected the idea, saying only a Muslim man can marry a Christian woman, not the other way around. Victor told him that I had said I wanted to marry Ifeanyi.<\/span>
\nMy uncle then insisted I go with him but leave my baby girl behind. Victor opposed this, pointing out that the baby was barely a month old and needed breastfeeding. He warned that the baby could die if abandoned, but my uncle showed no concern. Victor added that people had said my father had been searching for his daughter for over a year, yet he didn\u2019t seem happy to see me. My uncle replied, \u201cIf it\u2019s this girl (pointing at me), I would rather see her dead than alive.\u201d<\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nHe insisted that I should follow him, but I refused. When I remained firm in my refusal, he said that if he were my biological father, he wouldn\u2019t hesitate to give me away as a gift to others. Victor interrupted, pointing out that human beings can\u2019t be given away like objects. He replied that there was a caveat in his words: he had said if he were my biological father.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhat does he mean by giving you away?\u00a0<\/b><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know.\u00a0<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo, at what point did your father come to Abuja?<\/b><\/span>
\nAt that moment, he was called on the phone and informed about my situation. The phone was handed to someone who could speak Hausa, and they spoke to my dad. My dad said he couldn\u2019t say anything since his brother was present and he was okay with any decision taken by his brother. Then my uncle claimed that Ifeanyi kidnapped me and converted me to Christianity.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhere did he go to make such statements?<\/b><\/span>
\nIt was sent to him through the phone. From there, we were summoned to this (DSS) office.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhen you came here, did your dad come to the DSS office?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes, he did.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDid you see him?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nDid you talk to him?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhy?<\/b><\/span>
\nWhen he came, I greeted everyone. Then I was asked to narrate all that happened, and I told it exactly as I am narrating to you now. They insisted that I was being guided to tell my story, but nobody told me what to say. Nobody even knew until I was summoned to give my testimony.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nSo why did you refuse to follow your dad?<\/b><\/span>
\nBecause I wasn\u2019t staying with him even before this happened.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhy?<\/b><\/span>
\nI was staying with my mum.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nBut you earlier said he should connect you to your mum on the phone?<\/b><\/span>
\nad<\/span>
\nYes, but he said my mum was dead.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWas she staying with him when she passed on?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo, they were separated?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWas she living nearby?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes, within walking distance.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAfter their separation, whose custody were you under?<\/b><\/span>
\nMy mum\u2019s\u2026<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo, she carried you along after the separation?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo. Even before she separated from my dad, I was living with my maternal grandmother. My mum later joined us. After school, I would sometimes stop by my dad\u2019s house, and he\u2019d give me some money. But after he married a new wife, he said my grandmother couldn\u2019t take care of me, so he took me back to his house. He even insulted my grandmother before taking me. When I moved in, his wife would always beat me.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWhy would she beat you? Were you stubborn?<\/b><\/span>
\nHmm\u2026 just leave it as you hear it.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nIs that why you followed Mariam in the first place?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo, that wasn\u2019t the reason. At that time, I was staying with my mum.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nNow, what specifically do you want, since you refused to follow your dad and your uncle, Badamasi, and now you\u2019re in the custody of security agents?<\/b><\/span>
\nI won\u2019t follow them.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDo you want to continue living under the custody of the authorities?<\/b><\/span>
\nNot at all.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nThen what do you want?<\/b><\/span>
\nI just want to live with Ifeanyi.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nDo you love Ifeanyi?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nAnd you want to go back to him?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nIs he the one who converted you to Christianity?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWho converted you?<\/b><\/span>
\nNobody.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nWas it during your stay with Mariam?<\/b><\/span>
\nNo, she didn\u2019t force me into Christianity.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nIf you\u2019re asked to revert to Islam, would you?<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

No, I can\u2019t.<\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/span>
\nSo your only choice is to be connected back with Ifeanyi?<\/b><\/span>
\nYes.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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